Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.